An ivory dress with a lacy overlay and a zipper in the back. My flats are white too. With my blonde hair in a braid snaking down one side of my shoulder, I’m dressed up as his favorite meal.
All dewy-eyed and daisy fresh.
And when he pulls the cigarette out of his mouth to lick his lower lip, I feel like one too.
A meal.
“You’re wearing white,” he murmurs, and I fist my hands at my side.
“I am.”
His forest-thick eyelashes flutter as he takes me in again. “Why?”
“Because I felt like it.”
And because it’s your favorite color…
I haven’t worn white ever since I saw him at the bar. I’ve actually been going out of my way not to wear it. To wear something completely opposite of white every Thursday, black, blue, orange, anything other than white.
Just because it’s his favorite color and because I didn’t want to dress myself up in something he likes.
Not tonight though.
Tonight things are different.
The air is different too. The moon, the sky, these woods, everything.
“It suits you,” he says, looking me over a third time. “Innocence.”
I look at his jacket again and the cigarette clutched between his fingers. “And villainy suits you.”
His lips tip up in a smirk and he takes another drag before letting it out. “Is that why you’re standing all the way over there? Because I’m a cigarette-smoking villain and you’re afraid to get closer?”
“I’m not afraid of you,” I reply from where I stand by the tree, and his wolf eyes glow. His vampire skin sparkles as if in challenge. As if he canmakeme afraid if he wants to.
But that’s the thing, I’ve never been afraid of him. And that turned out to be my doom in the end.
Hisdoom too.
Isn’t it?
“Are you cold?” I ask him then. “Because you smoke when you’re cold.”
He continues to watch me for a couple of seconds before he flicks his cigarette away and crushes it under his boots like it’s a love-filled heart and he’s bored of it. “You know me, don’t you? Yes, I’m cold.”
“Where’s your hoodie?”
His eyes narrow. “I’ve got a jacket.”
“I hate your jacket.”
“You hate my jacket.”
I nod. “Yes. Because this is the jacket you wore that night.”
“What night?”
“The night of the game. The night you won that contest against Ledger.” I shake my head then. “For the longest time I saw that jacket in my dreams. I saw it so many times. So many,manytimes that I thought bad things happen when you wear that jacket. I know it’s a silly thought but I just —”
